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I shall dip my pen in the Well of Dreams

And write in tongues long lost to mortal lips

I shall draw with eyes a-flame and hands lost to madness

I shall sow the seeds of genius in the hearts of men

And remind them that they are made of Stardust and Time.

My pen is carved from the bones of dead men, of dragon’s tears and mermaid’s scale

No sword is greater, no weapon more deadly, no balm more healing

My pen is my soul, and together we shall write our legacy upon the World.